The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1887-11-03
A HFARTY CONCLUglON.

Every proud family, these Betons ?''
said Frederick Haynes, interrogatively, as
he stretched himself on the grass near the
stream where he and his friend, George
Lyle, had been fishing.
"Oh, yes, very proud cant touch 'em
with forty foot pole," laughed George
Lyle.
"Oh, you needn't laugh. You know
what's reported in town about them is
true. Mother and daughter are as proud
as Lucifer."
"That's it exactly, Fred People from
a distance can always tell you more
about your neighbors than you know
yourself. But what if the Beltons are
proud: That doesn't take any from the
attraction of Laura Bolton. l tell you
she's beauty, Fred, and you must not
go back to town without an introduce
1ion."
"Now, George, l came down here to
fish, shoot and have a good time with
you, not to make love to your pretty
girls, and least of all to Princess Bolton.
No introduction tor me, thank you.
Not that l object particularly to being
introduced TO pretty girl, but you see l
haven't read up my pedigree of late,
neither have l my credentials with me.
The fact is, / never could find any use
for your grandees-your high-toned fami-
lies, who will not proffer the tips of their
fingers until they know who your great
great at-grandfather was"
"Fred, you're prejudiced."
"All right; we'll let it go at that"
said Fred, laughing.
The morning after this conversation
Fred Haynes, who was fond of the sad
die, probably because he was handsome
and dashing, and looked well in it, started
for canter before breakfast.
"Not very partial to riding out before
breakfast in this part of the country"
said Fred o himself, as he rode about
two miles without meeting anybody.
But presently the sound of horses
hoofs coming tearing along by-path he
was approaching fell upon his ear. He
reigned back his horse and the next mo-
ment young girl, splendidly mounted.
dashed out on the road, and on before
him.
AS she appeared, Fred caught sight of
. bright, handsome face; her figure was
perfect, and she sat in her saddle like a
born equestrienne.
Fred was quite charmed by the young
girls appearance and gave = free rein to
his horse once more.
How he managed to lose control over
his horse, or how the horse managed to
land him clear across the road in an i'll
sensible condition, was something Fred
never could make out, unless it was that
he was paying too much attention to the
girl on before him and too little to the
spirited creature he was riding.
What had happened was painfully i'm
pressed on Fred's mind the minute he
opened his eyes. He tried to move, but
he groaned aloud with pain. His shoulder
and ankle we're both dislocated, and what
under Heaven was he to do here on this
lonely road, where he might lay all day,
perhaps, without seeing the face of a
human being.
Suddenly he thought of the young girl
who was before him on the road when be
fell. Did she see him fall, and not turn
back to render him any assistance No,
she did not look like . girl that would
play the part of the Levite Of old.
"Oh, you have recovered. l am SO
glad" said frank, girlish voice.
And looking up, Fred beheld the girl
of his thoughts.
The train of her habit was thrown over
her arm, and in her delicate white hands
she carried q stone jug of water. She
knelt down on the ground beside him.
bending her bright, handsome face over
him, as she said:
"Oh, I'm so gladv"
"Thank you" murmured Fred, and he
forgot that he had . shoulder and an an
kle. I" but I cannot understand how it ii
that fad myself in this condition" i.
"You were thrown from your horse,
she said, dipping her hands 10 the water
and bathing his brow. II think you are
severely injured"
Yes. Fred thought so, too, for he moved
again, and the pain of his shoulder and
ankle made him vince.